Poem 117: Mean Reds
July 22, 2021 § Leave a comment
This is the hue of my Mean Reds.
This is cruel and wild and violent.
I want to bite something til it bleeds,
pin it down,
and mock its cries;
I want to bite something while it screams.
This sharp-clawed thing has a dragon’s wings.
I know what kind of meal it needs.
It wants to tear my heart
out of me;
It wants to taste the flavor of that meat.
I want to bite something and make it bleed.
I want to swallow blood and vomit fire.
I want to destroy
what I can’t acquire:
the balance of my spirit at peace.
I want to feel flesh cut under my teeth;
I want to rage until I am spent.
Blood and tears have the same salt taste;
This is the hue of my Mean Reds
a darker color than Holly meant.